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Emma sometimes still dreamt about the mall… About her heart pounding as she walked down the steps, unsure whether she should just book it, run as fast as she could to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible, or try to go slow, normal-paced, not draw any undue attention to herself, but give people more time to notice what was so clearly visible under her skirt.

Every step reminded her of it, both with the awkward gait it forced upon her, and the noises she heard emanating from it with every slight movement, announcing her presence. She could remember seeing her younger sister, Maggie, wearing them to bed, teasing her about it… Now, Maggie had taped her into one, and if she didn’t win this bet, she would be wearing them to bed every night… She was determined to make it out of the mall, to prove her bratty sister wrong so that she would have to acknowledge, once again, that Emma was the big sister.

Unfortunately, she still hadn’t decided on a plan of attack, so she froze on the staircase, looking down at all the people on the floor below her. There had to be a way to do this… She was still pondering what that could be when she heard the voice behind her.

She spun, cheeks burning, not thinking that she was exposing her diaper to everyone below her as she looked up at the mall cop who had approached her. Anxiously, she fumbled with the pins in her skirt, hoping that somehow the cop hadn’t seen what was underneath while he questioned her, asking where her mother was, if she’d gotten lost. She said no to the latter, but there was no answer to the former without explaining her situation, which she didn’t want to do, especially knowing that he likely knew she was diapered, making it much harder to buy that she was an adult on a bet.

She expected Maggie to swoop in at any moment, to gloat about how she’d won… Instead, the officer took her hand, leading her around to the families walking the mall one by one before finally taking her to the security office, where Emma sat, humiliated, with a coloring book they’d provided in front of her, for what felt like an eternity before Maggie showed up to ‘ask for help’ finding her.

Every time she had that dream, the people in the crowd changed… Sometimes they were her professors from college, sometimes her friends, sometimes Maggie’s friends… In real life, she hadn’t known any of them – not that it had made things much less mortifying – but she still woke up from the dream in a wet diaper every time.

Then again, she was starting to wake up wet more and more often. It was hard not to… Maggie set her bedtime, which was often right after supper, and then locked the bathroom door on their side of the house. Sure, Emma could go to the other bathroom, but she’d have to pass by Maggie’s bedroom, knowing her sister kept her door open now and would get mad that Emma was out of her room when she should be asleep – or that she’d probably have put on some pants or shorts or something to cover the diaper first, since Maggie always tucked her in wearing just a PJ top and diaper, and had taken all her PJ bottoms and longer night-clothes – or risk running across her parents on the journey and them noticing the bulk of the diaper under whatever she’d tried to cover it with. She always tried to finish eating first, and run to the bathroom before Maggie could excuse herself from the table, but it didn’t always work, nor did it always matter.

She dreaded hearing Maggie’s car pull into the driveway each afternoon, knowing it meant the girl was home from school, and she was about to have all her homework dumped on her to finish before supper – and then bedtime – while Maggie just laid around on her bed and played on her phone. If she didn’t finish, Maggie would put her into a fresh diaper the next morning, and expect her to stay in it – and use it – as well as assigning her hundreds of lines to write out in her punishment notebook and turn in when she begged her little sister for a change once she got home from school.

And, just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, fall break came around. Her parents announced they were going on a second honeymoon and leaving the girls alone for the week. Emma prayed they would say she was in charge – not that it meant Maggie would listen – but instead they said, “You’re both old enough and responsible enough to be left alone… Just don’t make a mess, or we’ll rethink that for next time.”

The first morning after they left, Maggie didn’t give Emma back her underwear – or any pants. In fact, once she had put Emma in a new diaper, she emptied out her older sister’s underwear drawer while she watched, taking them all the her own room before leading the whining girl to the living room. “I got a B on my last Biology assignment,” she told Emma as they walked. “You graduated from college… You should be able to do better than that!”

When Emma opened her mouth to protest, Maggie surprised her with a pacifier, one that seemed much larger than a baby’s, filling her entire mouth with its silicon bulb, making it difficult to speak. “To make sure you try harder from now on, you’re spending fall break as a real baby sister. Aren’t you glad Mom is such a packrat?” Emma paled as they entered the living room to the sight of their old playpen set up in one corner, stuffed animals inside. “Come on, let’s get you inside so I can make you some breakfast…”

Emma could have easily stepped out of the playpen, but Maggie was bigger than her, stronger than her, faster than her… Even if she could make it back to her room and change into some real clothes – after retrieving her real panties from Maggie’s room – her little sister would just force her to change back, and probably be even more upset with her. She had little choice but to sit there, sucking on her paci, and play with her old toys.

Breakfast was a large bowl of tasteless oatmeal, spoon-fed to her by Maggie, who seemed to delight in missing her mouth and smearing it all over her face – though more than enough made its way to her tummy, which was feeling extremely full by the time the meal was done. Then it was right back to the playpen, as her belly began to grumble inside her. She knew what that meant… She doubted Maggie was going to make her do that in her diaper, but the idea of having to ask to use the toilet was humiliating enough, and she also had her doubts that Maggie would let her do so too often, or for too long, so she wanted to wait until she absolutely had to go.

She’d just reached that point, and worked up the courage to reach up and start pulling out the pacifier, when the doorbell rang. She jumped, then reassured herself that it was just the mailman or something, but after Maggie went to answer the door, she returned with one of her friends. The other girl saw Emma sitting there in her playpen, diaper fully visible under her cute top, and giggled.

“I know, right?” Maggie smirked down at her ‘big’ sister. “Her bedwetting problem has just been getting worse lately… Mom and Dad think it might be intentional, like she’s doing it to get attention or something. So, we’re giving her the full treatment this week. Don’t worry, she goes to bed super early, and has to take a couple nice, long naps in the middle of the day, so we’ll all have plenty of time to have some real fun. We just have to do some babysitting, too.”

Emma looked over at Maggie, wanting to tell her to stop this, that it wasn’t funny, only for the doorbell to ring again. Emma gulped, sliding the pacifier back into her mouth as her tummy rumbled. It would have been hard enough getting around Maggie this week, but now her friends – all of whom were bigger than the petite Emma, all of whom genuinely thought Emma was the younger of the two – were coming, too. And she had a bad feeling that she knew exactly what Maggie meant when she said, “Full treatment”… Like it or not, she was definitely the baby sister now.

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Odette froze at the voice, a fearful trickle of pee-pee squirting into the training pants she’d worked so hard to get back into. She closed the coloring book, clasping it to her chest as she got to her knees. “N-Nuffin’,” she mumbled behind her pacifier, cursing herself for getting complacent enough to be snuck up on like this. Of course, it was surprising that she was able to think clearly enough to do this in the first place at all…

Mere weeks ago, she’d been a reporter… Smart, brave, and undeniably an adult… Then she’d investigated something she shouldn’t, and found herself being brainwashed into a baby slave, to be sold off to the highest bidder. It had seemed hopeless for a while, sitting at her desk, being indoctrinated, feeling a mixture of horror and pleasure – knowing that it meant she was a good girl, which her mind told her she should be – as she began getting less and less of a warning before she used her diapers.

Then, one day after class, she was held back while the other students toddled off to eat. At first, she’d been terrified, quaking in her Pampers at the thought that she’d done something wrong, earned herself a spanking, or one of the even worse punishments they doled out here. Instead, the teacher called her up to her desk and told her, “I’m afraid you’re being pulled out of my class.”

“Huh?” Odette stared at the woman, confusedly sucking on her ever-present pacifier. Had someone from her paper seen through the e-mail the hypnosis had forced her to send, claiming she quit?

The teacher shrugged. “You’re just too strong for us,” she said. “You haven’t been making any real progress for quite some time, and you’re taking up a seat we need. So, we’ve decided to pull you out of class until we can develop a hypnosis program powerful enough to finish your training.”

Odette was shocked, though clearly overjoyed. This gave her more time to figure out how to get out of this mess… She’d known all along they couldn’t just make her into a baby! She was too mature, too intelligent to let that happen! Sure, the teacher claimed she’d gotten through the first step of the training quicker than anyone else – or so her teacher claimed, although she suspected that was a tactic to try to break her confidence – and sure, her bladder and bowel control were quite weak, and could be turned off completely, at least temporarily, with a simple command, but at least it hadn’t gone any further than that!

She was even given her own room, away from the rows of institutional, lidded cribs in the main dorm room where she’d been staying. It wasn’t even all that babyish, aside from the toys put in there to “entertain” her… Not that she would ever stoop so low as to actually play with them, of course.

“I’m very sorry,” Ami made herself say, scowling inside as she thought back to the lecture she’d just gotten from the principal. “I should have offered to help, not insulted you… I hope you can forgive me.”

Ami did her best not to show her disgust as she watched Krystal, the spoiled little rich girl, pretend to think about it. “Well, I might be able to do that…” she said finally. “If you really do want to help me.”

“Of course,” Ami forced a smile. “Whatever you need.”

“Perfect!” Krystal clapped her hands. “You can come over here every day, then, and tutor me…. I’ve always thought you were a good teacher, despite that little… outburst… but there are just so many other kids in class. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more one on one.”

“Great,” Ami attempted to sound, if not enthusiastic, at least not as angry as she felt. Sure, what she’d said might have been a bit extreme, yet so was giving up her evenings to be a private tutor, something the girl’s parents could obviously afford without dragging her into this. Krystal’s family, however, had other things to spend their money on… Like funding a whole new wing for the school, which was exactly why Ami was being forced to try to make things right with their only child.

“We’ll start today,” Krystal declared. “My driver will take us both… I’d hate for your car to break down on the way there. Don’t worry, he won’t mind driving you back here to pick it up when you’re done.”

Ami could tell, from the girl’s tone, that she didn’t really have a choice here, so she sighed, nodded, and, after the school day ended, was escorted to a very nice car and driven to an even nicer mansion. Krystal led her to a fancy living room, then let Ami get set up while she fetched them some drinks.

Ami was surprised at that – maybe the girl wasn’t as snobby as she’d thought, not to make one of the servants Ami was certain was there do it for her – until she actually picked up the glass of lemonade she’d been given. Krystal had already bustled back out of the room with some strange, quickly thought-up excuse… Ami found out why as she tilted the glass to her lips, and found out it was some silly prank glass, as the liquid all drained out of tiny holes in the pattern she hadn’t noticed, dumping the contents on her lap.

“What did you do?!” Krystal squealed. “Do you have any idea how much my parents paid for that sofa?!” She whipped out her cell phone, snapping photos before Ami could protest that she knew that the girl had set this up. “Nanny!” she yelled.

She gulped as a large, slightly older, but far larger, woman appeared, eyeing her. “What do we have here?” she asked, staring Ami right in the eyes, making the teacher squirm despite knowing she hadn’t done anything.

“This is that mean girl who made fun of me yesterday, Nanny!” Krystal announced. “She said I didn’t belong out of diapers, and now look what she did!”

“No!” Ami shook her head. “I’m not a girl, I’m her teacher, and I told her that with how little effort she puts into her work, I’m surprised she passed potty training, much less…” She gasped as Nanny grabbed her by the arm, yanking her off the sofa.

“Miss Krystal doesn’t lie,” the woman declared. “I taught her better than that… So, you are exactly who she says you are, young lady, and I’m not about to let you run around soiling any more furniture!”

“I’ll clean up here,” Krystal offered angelically. “Why don’t you put her in one of my old play uniforms? I bet that would fit her!”

Despite Ami trying to explain what had happened, and beg for the woman to stop, she was dragged into the bathroom, where she was stripped, put into the tub, and scrubbed clean, while the Nanny lectured her on bullying, even if it was just to try to cover up her own insecurities. Being seen by some stranger naked was bad enough; being bathed by her ratcheted the humiliation up even higher; then, to top it off, when Nanny finally took Ami out of the bath and patted her dry, she opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the biggest, thickest diaper Ami had ever seen.

“Miss Krystal hasn’t needed her nighttime protection in some time now… But it’s a good thing I saved them, isn’t it?” Ami wilted under the woman’s gaze, wiggling helplessly as she begged and pleaded not to be put into a diaper… Not that it helped. She could hardly believe how huge and bulky it was, her mind spinning at the very idea that she, an adult in her twenties, had just been diapered like a baby, and about to be seen like that by her student… Then, to add insult to injury, Nanny took her through the house in just her diaper to a large, empty bedroom, pulling a schoolgirl uniform out of the closet. “She hasn’t worn this in quite some time, either, but I believe she’s right that it will fit you… And you’d better thank her for letting you use it. Clearly, you need some lessons in manners… I hope you come around more often, so I can give them to you.”

Krystal was beside herself when Ami finally waddled back into the living room, Nanny trailing behind her. “She’s so cute! Thanks so much, Nanny!” She grinned, snapping another picture before hugging Ami and ‘forgiving’ her for her accident, watching the other woman walk away. “Now,” she giggled, “Do you know where this uniform is really from?” Ami, still stunned at the insane turn this afternoon had taken, shook her head. “My parents give a lot of money to another school… A boarding school for troubled little girls… Like you.” She smiled when Ami looked up at her, somehow even more confused. “My parents have been bugging me to do some volunteer work and junk… So, as far as they’re concerned, you’re a student there, and I’ve taken you under my wing to tutor you. You’ll come home with me every day and work on my… I mean, ‘your’ homework. You’ll get it all done, correctly, and you’ll do everything I say… Like peeing yourself right now.”

Ami gasped as she felt Krystal put a hand right on her diaper. “N-No,” she shook her head. “No, I’m the tutor, not you… And…”

“You’re going to do everything I say,” Krystal repeated. “Because every night, I’m going to walk you out to the car, like a good friend… And I’ll tell the driver whether to take you back to your car, so you can go home… Or to the school this uniform belongs to. They’ve got a nice file with your name on it there… You’re a bad girl, Ami… Once the driver takes you to the Headmistress, she’ll keep you on close watch to make sure you never run away again… And you’ll be staying in your diapers full time, because there are so many failed potty training attempts on your record… Poor thing… I bet it’ll be years before they bother to try again… Probably not until you’re almost ready to graduate in, oh, four years,” Krystal stared Ami right in the eyes. “Now… Wet yourself, or you’ll be going there tonight.”

Ami whimpered and squirmed, but, in the end, she had to give up, looking down at her feet as she felt the warm liquid starting to spread through the thick padding between her legs, as Krystal pushed harder against her diaper, giggling as she felt the woman give in. “Nanny!” she called when Ami was almost done. “She did it again!” She chuckled as Ami gave her a panicked look, cheeks burning. “I sure hope you didn’t tell her you don’t need diapers…” she said, in a tone that made it obvious she knew Ami had done just the opposite. “She doesn’t like liars… I bet she’ll get out the hairbrush… Maybe you should hide.”

Ami stared at her in disbelief, almost sure that she had to be joking, until she thought about everything else that had happened. She took off as quickly as she could manage with the bulky diaper slowing her down, but she had barely made it into the dining room when she heard the Nanny’s heavy footsteps. She gulped, turning slowly, hoping against hope she wouldn’t see what she feared there, behind her…

She was an adult, a teacher… She shouldn’t have been forced to apologize to a student for saying she wasn’t working hard enough… She certainly shouldn’t be about to be given a bare-bottom spanking and diaper change, before being sent back to the living room to do her student’s homework as if it were her own, all so she could avoid spending the next few years as a diapered schoolgirl… As opposed to just spending her afternoons that way. She gulped, feeling her diaper grow a little wetter as saw a large form fill the doorway, and she wished she’d just been a little more sincere with her apology…

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Claire really didn’t have an answer… She was just as confused as the woman she was babysitting for, to be honest. One moment, she’d been trying to help potty-train the woman’s daughter, telling her about just how fun and exciting it was to wear big girl panties instead of diapers; the next, she was sitting on the floor, naked, on a large, adult diaper, as the girl’s mother stared down at her.

“I hired you to help teach my daughter to get out of diapers, not to parade around in them yourself!” the woman told her sternly, grabbing Claire’s hand, and, much to the girl’s dismay, pulling her down over her lap.

No way… She couldn’t be… Claire yelped as she felt the woman’s hand slap down across her backside, almost definitely leaving a pink mark on her tender flesh. “N-no!” she cried. “It’s not my fault!”

And, in a way, she was… She’d seen the woman’s fiance and decided that she wanted him, that she’d do whatever it took to get him. He’d been a good boy, resisting her advances, but only after she’d invited herself into his place. He’d even told her that he was engaged, and showed her a picture… She’d pretended to back down, gushing over how adorable the other woman – Anastasia – was. She borrowed his phone, saying her own had run out of battery, and she was tipsy enough to need to call for a ride home, and found Ana’s number.

Adorable, Mia had decided, was the perfect word for the girl. She looked so young, so innocent, so immature… She definitely wasn’t what he needed. She sent Ana a text from her own phone, attaching a file that she claimed had a picture she’d find quite interesting, claiming that he’d had to get a new phone.

If she questioned it, or didn’t open the file, then it was over… It was a test, in a way, to see if maybe Mia had been wrong about the girl, that she really was fit to marry the man she’d somehow managed to catch the attention of.

She’d bought the lie hook, line, and sinker. Judging by how quickly she’d replied, she didn’t even think twice about it… Clearly, it was a good thing Mia had stepped in… It was for everyone’s own good.

“Do you really think I’d look good in them?” Anastasia texted back.

“Of course!” Mia had replied. “They’re the newest trend in lingerie.”

The file hadn’t just been a picture of sexy, yet cute, underwear, however, even if that was how Ana had seen it – it was a hypnotic video, one designed to make sure she didn’t question why her fiance was texting her from two different numbers, or why that underwear her fiance was so eager to see her in had been in such an odd aisle, or came in such strange packaging… Fashion was a strange thing, after all.

If the strange looks the cashier gave her when purchasing them made her worry, it was only because she thought the other woman didn’t think she was mature enough to pull the look off, which made her even more determined to do so. By that time, they’d been on her mind so much – helped along by her compulsion to stare at that “image” she’d been sent as often as possible – that she could hardly wait to get home to try them on, sure that they were going to make her look so hot…

And, in her mind, they did… It was difficult to figure out how to put them on at first, though she managed. Her heart was beating, a heat rising between her legs, even before she looked at herself in the mirror, and the sight of what she saw as skimpy lingerie, the kind she’d never dared to try on before, sure her body wasn’t right for it, made her immediately begin to rub the front, not caring about the strange crinkling noises that made, only how wonderful it made her feel.

Mia had burst out laughing when the girl sent her a selfie, hardly able to believe how well, and how quickly, it had worked. She sent the girl a new girl, partially to instruct her to text her fiance’s real number and tell him that there was a surprise waiting for him that night.

Another rest of the file got her even more attached to her new underwear, to the point where she wanted to wear it all the time, never take it off… For anything. Of course, she felt anxious that first time she went into the bathroom, needing to pee, yet not wanting to take off her lingerie… To her surprise, despite how sheer and skimpy it was, after her bladder had given up, her underwear still looked good as new. No… It actually looked even better, somehow.

She was confused, certainly, when her fiance got home that day and looked confused and worried when she’d proudly done a striptease for him, asking why she was wearing them. “Because I love them!” she’d pouted. “I need them!”

It definitely looked that way to him, seeing as they were soaked, nearly leaking. He tried to get her to take them off, at least to change, but that sent her into a temper tantrum that he had no idea how to handle… At least, until he remembered that woman he’d met at the bar, who had told him she was a psychologist… He wasn’t sure why he was thinking of her, but for some reason, he thought she might have some insight into this strangeness.

As soon as Mia walked in, Anastasia was enthralled, just as she’d been instructed. Even though she felt very grown-up in her new underwear, Mia was clearly way more of an adult than her, someone she should listen to and look up to, and obey no matter what. Mia spoke to her sternly, and she ran off to clean herself up and change, too scared to disobey.

Mia had shrugged, telling the girl’s fiance that he just had to be firm. That didn’t work for him, however… As the days went on, and Ana kept wearing diapers, and refusing to use the toilet, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t stop, or change herself, unless he called Mia over to make her.

It was Ana who finally suggested it… She’d stopped sleeping in the same bed as her fiance, no longer able to see why she would want to… He took up too much of the bed, and that feeling she could barely remember he’d used to give her was now provided by her underwear. One night, after Mia had been called in, she’d said, “Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Don’t be silly,” Mia had smiled at her. “Where would I stay? You’re in the guest room…”

“Just sleep in Daddy’s bed,” she said – she didn’t even seem to notice she was calling her fiance that now, more often than not – “I’m sure he won’t mind!”

The man had looked a little sheepish at that. “I-I could sleep on the couch if you want,” he offered. “It would make sense, though, for you to stay here… You’re the only one she’ll listen to…”

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“You are just going to be the most beautiful bride ever!” Mia gushed as she watched Anastasia march out of the fitting room in what was clearly – to everyone except the girl wearing it – a flower girl’s dress.

“Thank you!” Ana grinned. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening!”

“Now, you remember the most important part of a bride’s job, right?” Mia asked. The girl nodded, but Mia gestured anyway. “Show me, sweetie!”

“If I see anything on the ground, I pick it up!” Ana exclaimed, bending over at the waist, flashing her diaper quite obviously, not thinking twice as Mia, smiling, lifted her skirt even more.

“I think you might need a change,” Mia told her. “Are you ready?”

“No!” Ana shook her head. “I want to practice more! I gotta get it right!”

“Good girl,” Mia smiled. “And what else do you have to do?”

“I throw the flower petals!” Anastasia said, bouncing in excitement, seemingly seeing no conflict between those two things.

“Good girl!” Mia beamed. It would be adorable, watching Ana with her basket of flower petals, tossing them up in the air before bending down to pick them up… Mia would make sure to feed the girl plenty of fiber that day, too, just to give the marriage guests even more to gawk at.

That ought to keep the girl busy while Mia, the actual bride, married her husband. It was possible that the sight of Mia, in a wedding dress, kissing the girl’s former fiance at the altar would snap her out of it, at last… But by then, what could she do? She’d still be there, at what should have been her wedding, the flower girl in the messy diaper, who had brought all of this about by inviting, even encouraging, Mia to stay with them, and spending her nights masturbating in her diapers, totally oblivious to the sounds of her fiance and Mia in the other room.

Either way, Anastasia was her’s. Even if she broke the hypnosis, she was still surely incontinent by now, and, at the slightest hypnotic urge from Mia, had given up her job and her savings account to spend more time at home lounging around in her “sexy underwear”, and begged Mia to adopt her. It had felt a bit silly, watching the girl whine and plead about it, but Mia had made sure Ana would make a scene about it, so that the fiance wouldn’t think it was Mia’s idea.

Mia wasn’t sure which she’d prefer – an oblivious, brainless girl, thinking she was married to Mia’s husband, with no concept of what that meant; or an angry, but ultimately helpless, woman, totally dependent on the woman who had stolen her fiance, though seemingly only at Ana’s own insistence. It didn’t really matter either way… She’d take what she would get, and either way, she knew the girl would be utterly adorable. It was what she was best at, after all.

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Ella always hated going to visit her aunt Charlotte. The woman was nice enough, sure, especially when Ella’s parents were around, but she always treated Ella like a little kid… Especially after Ella’s parents dropped her off and left her alone.

It was always, “Are you sure you’re old enough to watch that?” or “Do you need any help with that?” or “You’re too little for that,” all of which annoyed Ella, generally making her sulk until Charlotte said, “If you’re going to act like a pouty baby, I’m going to treat you like one! That’s the way things work in this house, young lady!”

Then Ella would get marched to the nursery, where she spent most of the rest of her stay. Charlotte always told her it was only for the rest of the day, as long as she could show she was mature enough to handle being a big girl again, yet, somehow, Ella always found herself having accidents – despite being perfectly potty trained otherwise – in the diapers she was taped into, making Charlotte shake her head and say she obviously needed another day.

Ella was a late bloomer, so the game went on for quite a while, much to her dismay. When she finally started to grow too big for the baby furniture, she was thrilled, certain this meant that things would be normal, that whenever her parents shipped her off there for a long weekend, or her annual week-long summer stay, Charlotte would just treat her like a big kid.

She was wrong. While she did her best to control her emotions, being told she still wasn’t old enough to flip the channel to anything more mature than Disney Junior made her more angry than ever, and she found herself being escorted back to the nursery, protesting that she was too big for it… Only to find that her aunt had replaced all of the baby furniture with larger versions.

That was when Ella realized that it would never stop… Not unless she did something about it. She’d long suspected that Charlotte had to be doing something to make her have accidents once the baby treatment started, but she’d never quite been able to figure out what. She was determined to discover the secret, planned on sneaking out of her crib to investigate – after being put to bed early, of course, and then waiting to hear her aunt retreat to her own bedroom – yet, to her dismay, this new crib was tall enough to keep her safely inside all night long, and during the day, Charlotte watched her like a hawk, always eager to find some new infraction to extend the punishment.

So, once she was back home, Ella had to find more excuses to visit her aunt, making her trips there – and then, inevitably, back into diapers – more frequent. She did her best to stay unpunished for as long as possible, to keep her freedom so she could snoop around in those rare instances she was left alone… It was slow work, until, one day, she noticed a strange, unmarked bottle at the back of Charlotte’s fridge. She’d seen it before, always overlooking it, but this time, she decided to open it up. Was it something Charlotte had just forgotten about? Ella had never seen the woman cook with it, or do anything with it… It was just always there.

She sniffed it, then, praying it hadn’t gone bad, took a swig. At first, nothing seemed different, but a little while later, after assuming it was nothing special after all and retreating to the living room, Ella was shocked to feel a sudden dampness begin to spread throughout her panties. She glanced down, curious, then gasped and leaped up, just in time to see the crotch of her pants soak and drip, wetness starting to flow down her thighs while she watched, helpless.

That got her back in diapers straight away, certainly, along with a spanking and some time scrubbing Charlotte’s couch, where she’d been sitting… It also got her a plan.

She waited through a few more long weekends, not wanting to cancel now that she knew the truth, and risk her aunt getting suspicious. She waited for the summer trip, then held off as long as she could before offering to grab Charlotte something to drink from the kitchen while she got herself a soda.

Less than an hour later, she saw the wet spot appear, even before Charlotte could start to look panicked, could try to dart to the bathroom, for all the good that would do her. She protested, but fair was fair… And Ella was just as tall as her now. In no time, Charlotte was diapered up, dolled up in one of the outfits she’d bought for Ella, and playing in the nursery.

Like a good caretaker, Ella made sure to keep her well-hydrated… And, like a good caretaker, she asked her often how her diaper was doing, making her lift the skirt of her dress to show her, savoring the blush on her cheeks every time she refused to answer out loud, raising her skirt anyway as Ella threatened to go grab the hairbrush she’d used after Charlotte’s accident.

Charlotte knew what was happening, of course; she wasn’t stupid. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean there was anything she could do about it. It was her house, her rules… And that was the problem. She’d always told Ella that she didn’t tolerate such childish behavior under her roof from anyone unless they were a baby.

Well… Now, she was the baby. She didn’t know how Ella had figured it out, but after the third bottle, and second wet diaper, she knew she had to have. There was no way she’d have peed herself multiple times in one day without it… Right? She squirmed, cheeks flushing. That had to be it… She wasn’t even noticing it while it happened, just felt a warm, wet squish as she fidgeted while playing on the floor. She was terrified that she’d say she was dry during one of her checks, then get proven wrong without even realizing she was lying, and give Ella an excuse to punish her further.

She tried to refuse the bottles, but that was seen as a tantrum, earning her time in the corner… Then she got angry enough to remind Ella this was her house, letting a simple ‘damn’ slip out, and her time-out followed a mouth-soaping, with the bar of soap still firmly in place as she wiggled and sniffled in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

She was put to bed even earlier than Ella’s punishment bedtime, with a night-time bottle and double-thick diapers. “The guest bedroom is all right,” Ella told her, standing at the light switch, smiling smugly, “but your bed is so much bigger and nicer… I think I’ll stay in there.”

With that, she flipped off the light, leaving Charlotte trapped in a crib while she went off to the woman’s queen sized bed. Charlotte growled and cursed to herself, thinking of the brat splayed out, watching the TV in her bedroom, while she sat in her crib, illuminated by her nightlight, and fought to keep from drinking more of the bottle than she had to. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the drug was increased thirst, which encouraged the victim to keep hydrated, and also meant that, while she was trapped in there overnight with nothing else to drink, she eventually had little choice but to suck down more of it.

Even worse, she could feel a pressure building inside her… She’d made Ella do that a couple times, but generally the clean-up was more than she liked to deal with, so it was only when the girl really insisted she was too old for this, just to show her who was in charge. Could she really want Charlotte to do it?

Charlotte squirmed uncomfortably, staring up at the bars around her. Why had she gotten them made so high? The drug was a muscle relaxant, mostly targeting the bladder, but also weakening the victim’s legs and arms, making sure that fighting back, or trying to climb out of something like a giant crib, was extra difficult. Ella had been giving her much more than Charlotte ever gave her, and already Charlotte’s gait had grown more wide and wobbly, and as she reluctantly lifted the bottle to her mouth, she had to use both hands to keep ahold of it.

It also meant that, as the pressure in her stomach began to build, she felt an involuntary push. Her eyes widened, a gooey gush of mush sliding into her pants before she could stop it. “E-Ella!” she called desperately. “Ella, please, let me use the potty! I’m sorry about all of this, I really am! Please, just…!”

In her panic, she leapt to her feet without thinking, wanting to tug on the bars and try to escape… Instead, she froze as she felt the disgusting mass inside of her begin to force itself the rest of the way out, exploding out into her diaper in a humiliating mudslide that only got worse as she lost her balance and fell back onto her backside. She sat there, stunned and mortified, for a long moment before bursting into tears.

After being discovered in her full diaper the next morning, there was no hope of convincing Ella that Charlotte was the adult… For several days, Charlotte was fed more and more of the drug, leaving her weaker and weaker, until she was reduced to crawling around her own house on all fours, helplessly pooping her diaper, often several times a day as Ella began feeding her plenty of baby food, preferring bean, pea, banana, and prune.

She lost track of time until, finally, Ella giggled, “Aren’t you going to be embarrassed for my parents to come here and find you like that?” Charlotte’s eyes widened… She always teased Ella with that, threatening to let her parents see her in her diaper, or tell them about all her accidents… She never did, of course, since she doubted they would approve, but it was cute to watch the girl struggling even harder than usual to keep her pants dry for the last day or two of her trip.

On the other side, however, it was much more frantic, praying for the drug to wear off enough to be able to pretend none of this had happened when her sister and brother-in-law showed up to pick Ella up… Ella refused to tell her how long she had, making each failed attempt at walking without holding onto the wall, each accident in her diapers, even more terrifying. She couldn’t let herself be seen like this, she just couldn’t! Yet… Did she even have a chance? She had no clue if Ella was still dosing her with the drug or not. She felt like she was getting better and controlling her bladder and bowels, but did that mean the drug was wearing off, or that she was just getting a bit of a tolerance for it? Would Ella really be cruel enough not to even give her a shot?

She got her answer one day as she struggled to make her klutzy fingers work correctly again. She was concentrating hard, which made her feel a little less bad about not realizing she was messing herself until she felt her onesie grow a little tighter as her diaper began to expand, but, sure enough, with some work, she was able to get the plastic wrapper off. Then, as a further victory, she was even able to keep hold of the stick with only one hand!

“I did it!” she exclaimed, relief starting to wash over her, sure that Ella really had decided to take mercy on her. If she worked at it just as hard, she was certain she’d be able to walk somewhat decently in an hour or two as well!

“Oh, you are home!” Her blood froze as she heard her sister’s voice. “Ella told us you had to run into work… What did you do?”

Her eyes widened. Was today the day? She wriggled in fear as she heard footsteps approaching as she lay there on her tummy, in her onesie and her dirty diaper, surrounded by oversized baby furniture, toys, and clothes… “Oh, maybe she meant she was working in her home office… It was just a quick note, I might have misunderstood. She spends an awful lot of time in there… We barely had time to do anything this trip. She must be super busy…”

“We won’t take up too much of your time!” Charlotte’s sister called, her voice sounding almost right outside the door. “I just want to poke my head in and say hi to my little sister before we head back home!”

“Felicity, you remember what happened last year,” her mom told her firmly, her grip only tightening. “I’m not going to let you humiliate me like that again!”

She did remember, though she’d graciously almost forgotten until earlier that week, when they’d gone out shopping… Even then, she’d hoped it was just a joke, not something that they’d actually go through with. Surely, the rest of their family had forgotten, too… But, that morning, her mother had been in her room with them, and now she was wearing them, under a much too short old dress, and her mom had what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder…

“I-It won’t happen again!” Felicity promised, just as she had last year, as she stood next to the blanket with the huge puddle, pants drenched, as her relatives suggested that, next year, she do just what was happening now. It hadn’t even really happened then…

Well, it had… It was hard to deny that, really, but it hadn’t been her fault! Not that anyone had believed her when she’d told them that, especially when her cousin, Val, had marched back out of the house in fresh, perfectly dry shorts, after Felicity had told them all the truth, that Val had snuck away from the family get-together to do some kind of drugs or something, and that was why she’d been so startled at the loud fireworks that she’d wet herself as she sat on the blanket the two of them had been sharing.

Val was the only other person in the family around Felicity’s age, so she wound up spending most of her time with the girl at family parties, whether she liked it or not. The girl had always been bigger than her, prettier, more mature… She was actually a few months younger than Felicity, but when they were younger, Felicity had always looked up to her for doing things she’d never be brave enough to try. As they got older, Felicity had realized she was also kind of a bully, especially to her timid, older cousin. That was really what had eventually convinced Felicity to agree to pretend she’d been the one to pee herself while Val snuck back into her house to change…

She hadn’t been pleased to find that Felicity had backed out after some teasing and tried telling the truth… Not that she’d gotten anywhere with her claims, despite them being true. After all, Val had forced her to wet herself before leaving, so the evidence was pretty clear. And Felicity had only gotten more upset when the actual culprit joined in on making fun of her, which everyone seemed to take as a tantrum, and further proof of her immaturity… Even so, Val had promised her she was going to make her regret turning on her.

Felicity was already regretting getting involved at all, as she toddled her way to the car, heart thumping in her chest as she sat, leaving even more of her diaper visible to anybody who might look through the window on the long drive to her aunt, uncle, and cousin’s house out in the country… She was not looking forward to what else Val might have in mind for her…